Take off your shoes,

walk with me

on the mossy forest ground

to those places out of bounds.

Taste my skin,

explore me,

under the shadowy forest's roof,

making moves.



Sooner than we think

an endless day goes by.

Sooner than we think,

these moments we'll deny.



So now we walk on thorns

and in the end we're torn

apart by all this loneliness.



The wind blows through your hair,

drifts you away.

In the dying forest's light

you disappear from sight